Disclaimer: 54 belongs to Miramax Films. This story is not-for-profit, but I
own it.

Date: 06/24/2006

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, drug use, voyurism, male solo sex, female solo
sex, female/female sex, male/female sex

Categroies: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Shane/Billie/Viv

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After Steve Rubell fires her for some sort of money problem, Viv
storms out of the club and bumps into Shane O'Shea and Billie Auster, who
invite her to join them at her place for some dinner.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Sherry Stringfield, who
was born on June 24th, 1967.

Dedication: Happy 39th Birthday to Sherry Stringfield!--ATK 2006

54: Viv's Story
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected] com)

My name is Vivian Ross and I had worked with Steve Rubell -- the owner and
general manager of the hottest nightclub within the City of New York known
as Studio 54 -- ever since he had opened-up the first of his many Steak
Houses right before June 24th, which was after a new bartender named Shane
O'Shea had came to work at the club, became good friends with another
bartender named Greg Randazzo and his wife, Anita and started having a
crush on a daytime soap actress named Julie Black.

Anyway, it was on the evening of that very day that Steve had called me into
his office and told me that I was fired and in spite of the fact that I had
pleded my case to him, that heartless piece-of-shit had told me that
something that has to do with some of the money had caused him to do so!

Well, after I had tossed that piss-poor excuse of a severence-pay right into
the face of that son-of-a-bitch and stormed right out of his office, I had
kept on walking out of the club and right into a nearby alley, where I had
sat myself down next to a dumpster, placed my hands over my eyes and began
to cry.

That was before a limousine had pulled itself up next to the entrance of the
alleyway and someone had gotten out of the car, walked over to me and placed
his gentle hand on my shoulder, which had caused me to uncover my eyes, look
up and discover that it was Shane who had also kneeled himself down to me and
asked, "What's wrong, Viv?Are you feeling okay?"

And after I had gently placed my hand on his arm and took a deep breath, I
had looked at Shane with a single tear coming out of each of my eyes and
answered, "I'll be okay, Shane. It's just that Steve had fired me due to
something that I had nothing to do with in the first place and I just don't
know what I should do with the rest of my life now."

And then, after I had lowered down my head in shame, a very kind and
understanding Shane had helped me get back up to my feet and said, "Look,
Viv. I was about to go with Billie over to her place for some dinner. Why
don't you come with us?After all, it would be better than just sitting
around in here and feeling sorry for yourself."

Now of course, I was truly reluctant to place myself inside the same car with
Shane and any woman who would allow herself to have hot, passionate sex with
him including the one lady in the limo known as Billie Auster, but after I
had given his invitation some thought and realized that he was right about it
being better than just sitting around and feeling sorry for myself, I had
decided to accept his invitation and allow myself to be placed in the same
limousine with both Shane and Billie.

Anyway, after the chauffer had driven the limo straight over to Billie's
place of residence and opened the rear passager's side door for us, Shane,
Billie and I had gotten ourselves out of the limousine and walked into the
mansion that Billie was living in, only to have me look with wide-eyes and
a sense of awe at how the entire inside of the place has been

And after she had placed herself next to me with a small smile on her face,
Billie had placed her gentle hand on my shoulder and said, "I know what
you're thinking, Viv. And believe me when I tell you that this is nothing
compared to the rest of the house. But first, it's time for us to have our

Just then, after we had all enjoyed such a delicious meal that her personal
chef has prepared for us, the three of us had gotten up from the dining room
table and moved ourselves into the living room, where Shane and I had sat
ourselves down on the sofa and Billie had opened a drawer of an end-table and
took out a small bag of cocaine.

And after she had opened the bag and poured some of the stuff on the coffee
table and used a razor blade to make three straight lines out of it, a
gleeful Billie had looked at both Shane and me and asked, "Okay, which one
of us do you guys think should go for it first?"

And after I had figured that since they had asked me to be a guest at their
little dinner party, I might as well be the one to go for it, I had leaned
myself down to the coffee table and snorted up one of the lines of cocaine
through my nose, causing me to quickly plop myself back down on the sofa,
place my hands on my forehead and say, "Wholly fucking shit!That really is
such a strong hit!"

"You better believe it is, Viv. It's the truly pure stuff all the way from
Columbia," a smiling Billie had said to me just before she and Shane had
taken their turns sorting up the remaining lines of the stuff and plopping
themselves down on the same sofa with their hands on their foreheads and
laughing like total piss-ants.

Of course, that was before Shane had taken a good look at me, stripped off
all of his clothes and started stroking his stiff cock just before Billie
had taken all of her clothes off and started pumping two of her fingers in
and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits.

And then, after I had also removed all of my clothes and Billie had moved
herself towards me, started licking all over my bare-ass naked body -- all
the way down to my hot, moist snatch and carressing my firm breasts and
allowed Shane to start pumping his stone hard dick in and out of her asshole,
I had placed my hands on Billie's bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh,
yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Billie! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet
pussy dry, while Shane fucks you in the ass! Aaaahhhh!"

Then, after Shane had taken his stiff cock out of Billie's backdoor and
allowed me to start sucking on it and she had started pumping two of her
fingers in and out of my cunt and sucking on my stiff mounds, I had
suddenly realized that in spite of the three of us having snorted some
cocaine, I was experiencing something that I had never experienced outside
Studio 54 before, for I was experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and
enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after Shane had placed his stone hard dick inside Billie's pussy
and started licking on my snatch, I had placed my hands on her bare back and
started sucking on her tits, causing a sexually-energized Billie to place her
hands on my bare back and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES!

And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has finally made it passed the velvet rope and inside Studio 54,
Shane, Billie and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep
with our naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, about a year later, I was finally able to get myself settled into
my new place in another city just in time for me to take a good look at the
one Studio 54 flyer that I had kept as a reminder of the wonderous time that
I once had working at the club and the two wonderful people who had helped
me get over my being fired by that certain piece of shit, Steve Rubell.



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